Lyrics: No Substance

History doesn't make something right
Consensus is not a self-based exercise
You're tied and bound to this self-indulgent enterprise...
We call America

A brus with a star
A token of love
A name in the sand
Enough is enough
A diet of air
A face on the net
A fish in your pain
Your television set

Once you convince yourself
The universe falls into place
You've got your ideas
And your posse of friends
You all make up rules and the fun never ends

But stiil there's a problem
Thet leaves you gasping for air
You look for some meaning
Blank smiles are all thet's there
And still waters stales
A soft summer breeze
You cling to your hopes
While drop to your knees

There's no substance!

Once you convince yourself
The universe falls into place
You've got your ideas
And your posse of friends
You all make up rules and the fun never ends

But stiil there's a problem
Thet leaves you gasping for air
You look for some meaning
Blank smiles are all thet's there
And still waters stales
A soft summer breeze
You cling to your hopes
While drop to your knees

There's no substance!